I think I have some other photos around that I'll add from time to time; of the crawl space, rather than myself. When we moved in here, we had some plumbing problems, among other things. Rather than a basement, we have a crawl space, but not the kind that you access from outside the house, as there is a foundation wall that encloses the crawl space. The crawl space is accessed through a trapdoor under the stairs. A small ladder leads into the crawl space, which has enough headroom to kneel comfortably. However, all the plumbing and sewer lines are in the crawl space, and most of it requires sliding yourself along on your back. It's kind of a tight fit, and it was kind of nasty. Our house was a three-unit apartment building when we bought it, and I am not talking about upscale apartments. At some point, there had been a sewer problem and, for some reason, the cover to a sewer clean-out was lost, broken, or whatever. Someone had used a cover that was too small and, in order to make it seal, they had placed a towel over it. Sewage had leaked through the sides, and parts of the now nearly disintegrated towel had been sucked into the sewer pipes, partially blocking them. The plumber was not pleased about the job and, while he fixed the problem, he was not inclined to clean up the mess. It wasn't a pretty job. I cleaned out as much of the crud as I could. Since there was no access to the outside except through the trapdoor, that meant filling five-gallon buckets with it and bringing it up through the trapdoor, then dumping it along the railroad tracks. Then, I put down some lime, waited for a few months, then removed as much of that as I could, added diatomaceous earth to reduce any problems with bugs, and put in a vapor barrier. The picture is of me, a few year ago, coming up after doing one of these jobs, I forget which. It's not a pretty picture.